Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I finish putting on my outfit that consists of baggy mom jeans, a crew neck sweatshirt, white socks and white sneakers. I go into the steamy bathroom.
"Tom, baby. You've got to remember to turn the fan on." I lightly slam my hands on the counter and flip the switch on. He doesn't reply and I let out a scoffing laugh. I take my curling iron out from underneath the sink and plug it in and get all my makeup out from the drawers. I run my hands back through my hair as I stare at the mirror. I grab the towel from the hook and rub the steam mirror. The reflections still blurry but it'll do. Tom stops the shower water and slings the curtain open dramatically. I smile trying not to look as I start to curl my hair. I see his face look at my reflection.
"You know you wanna look." He gives a cheesy smile and grabs his town from off the back of the toilet. All I do is cut my eyes at him slightly smirking. His smile doesn't die as he wraps the towel around his waist. He looks me up and down while walking over to me.
"You look really cute, baby." He pats my butt and kisses my cheek. I blush as I continue getting ready. I finish curling my hair and begun to do my makeup which includes some concealer, some pink lipgloss, light eyeshadow and mascara. I spritz some lovely smelling perfume on my neck and wrists. I scrunch my hair to help with the curls and put everything out back into the cabinets and drawers. I turn the lights off in the bathroom and go into the bedroom to see Tom getting dressed. I plop down on the bed and lay back watching him. He looks over at me and raises as eyebrow suspiciously as he puts a shirt over his neck. I smile and let out a little laugh. He comes over to me, his shirt still just around his neck, and leans down to caress my sides, standing between my legs. He rubs my hips and kisses my lips.
"Stop staring at me." He mumbles. Tom smirks and kisses me again.
"I can't help it." I shrug my shoulders and giggle as his hands go around to my back and lifts me up to hug me. He continues to kiss my lips and then kisses all over my face. "Go finish getting ready." I laugh and shove his chest.
Tom continues getting ready. He finally puts his shoes on and stands up from the bed. I had already got comfortable in bed by the time he was done. I was leaned on my side scanning through a VOUGE magazine.
"I'm ready, dear." He scratches his head and then pats the side of his thighs. I groan and sit up.
"You took too long, " I yawn. He shrugs.
"I'm sorry'." He responds in a childish tone. "Come on, baby." He grabs my hand and leads me out of bed.
Tom and I gather our things and he puts on a jean jacket that's lined with wool on the inside. I grab my purse and we walk out of our apartment. We quickly step down the stairs and get into Toms Mustang. I shut the door, apparently too hardly for Tom's liking.
"Baby, don't slam the doors." He talks with his hands on the steering wheel. I buckle my seat belt and look at him in completely bewilderedness. He puts his keys in the ignition and rubs his hand down the steering wheel.
